Isla’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, biting her lip to keep her composure. Bree could read her far too easily, and she struggled to find a response that wouldn’t give too much away. “Honestly, Bree, it’s… it’s just a date,” she insisted, though her voice wavered just slightly.
But Bree wasn’t buying it. She leaned back, crossing her arms with a knowing smile. “Girl, I can see right through you. That’s not the face of someone who’s just been asked on a casual date.”
Bree was about to press further, her smirk widening as she opened her mouth to speak, when her phone beeped loudly. She glanced at the screen, and as she read the message, her expression shifted from playful curiosity to a deep frown.
“Ugh, you’re so lucky,” Bree said, shoving her phone back into her bag
